Open Sesame - Speedy Ortiz

Open sesame.

Open it up for me.

All of the treasury, trash-talking tyranny.

Lord, you best run for your life.

No more kings.

Open season, not talking no treason.

If your soul is sensitive, my soul is sensitive too.

Boo hoo hoo.

Open container.

He said, «Smell ya later.»

Slapped on the handcuffs and led me back into my cell.

Gosh, he’s swell.

Out on the open road,

Last night stuck in my throat,

Whistling just one note.

Whistling back just one note.